WE MEET
We meet
In a lamp-lit street,
You and I—
Life is sweet.
Clouds' tumultuous feet
Shake the sky;
They are all in retreat—
Death draws nigh.
Life is sweet—
With anonymous beat
Crowds surge by.
Only I
And my sweet
Dare to linger and greet.
Your lips sigh,
"Time is fleet."
Stars repeat,
"Life is sweet—
Kiss her," they cry;
"In an unlit street
One day you must die."
Thus we meet.